Ashen Light Transilvanian Hunger
Transilvanian Hunger
the Mountains are Cold
Cold
Cold
Soul
Cold
Your hands are cruel
careful ... pale ...
To Haunt, to Haunt
forever at Night
Take me in your daylight slumber
can't you feel the Call
Embrace Me Eternally
To be Draped by the Shadow of your Morbid Palace
ohh, Hate Living ... The only heat is warm blood
So Pure ... So Cold
Transilvanian Hunger
Hail to the true, intense vampires
A story made for Divine fulfillment
To be the Ones breathing a Wind of Sorrow
Sorrow and Fright
the Dearest Katharsis
Beautiful Evil Self
to be the Morbid Count
A part of a Pact that is Delightfully immortal
Feel the Call Freeze you with the Uppermost Desire
Transilvanian Hunger, my Mountain is Cold
So Pure ... So Cold
Transilvanian Hunger
